Silence filled Stone's Vigil, Roysia's sarcastically named manor.Â
In her office, the redhead was staring intensely at the paper, brows furrowed in thought.
"Business opportunity, but... A whore house?" She bit her lip as she leaned back, hands folding behind her head.Â
"Gil's gil, yet..." She shook her head gently, eyes moving up. "People will enjoy themselves if I fund it or not. Perhaps I can convince this woman to get me a cut in exchange for a hefty amount of gil to start her off..."Â
Steel eyes rose as the attempting-tycoon whistled sharply. "Rick! Bring me my quill and paper! Need to write a letter!"
In her office, the redhead was staring intensely at the paper, brows furrowed in thought.
"Business opportunity, but... A whore house?" She bit her lip as she leaned back, hands folding behind her head.Â
"Gil's gil, yet..." She shook her head gently, eyes moving up. "People will enjoy themselves if I fund it or not. Perhaps I can convince this woman to get me a cut in exchange for a hefty amount of gil to start her off..."Â
Steel eyes rose as the attempting-tycoon whistled sharply. "Rick! Bring me my quill and paper! Need to write a letter!"